if i make you a nest of straw,
and a firepit of mud...
and we make love in the moonlight,
in perfect rhythm with the wind,
...
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The greatest love poem I have ever read this year.A stunning masterpiece! Thank you again and again!
The last line changed everything and leaves everything ambiguous, do you mean that she is the security by which you leave the remainder of your life with or do you mean that she imparts despair by causing your demise. Personally I like to think that you have someone who remembers you when you are gone and that love casts death aside by remembering those we depart. But Im probably wrong Beautiful work Mr Cockrell, bet if you read your girl this you'll get her into tears